The giant snake, addicted to the contact of skin, stiffened its flexible body from head to tail in an instant, its dark eyes brewing a dark tide of resentment.
Mo Yu didn't dare to speculate.
Is that what she meant?
Want his...tail?
She was so small and soft, her skin so delicate that the scales left light red marks where they rubbed against her.
Even his long, thin tongue was difficult...
Chaos's head exploded with a bang.
Mo Yu was simply unable to think, her body indulged her mischief, wrapping the tip of his cold and hard tail into the warmest and hot spring.
Oh no, I'm really going to drown on her.
She can do whatever she wants without restraint, but Mo Yu has to force herself to stay rational, otherwise it will be easy to hurt her delicate body.
The sweet and fragrant aroma gradually spread along the smooth scales and into the entire refining room, completely covering up the bitter taste of the herbs.
People with a furnace-cauldron constitution are prone to emotional development. The closer they are to each other, the more they enjoy the pleasure.
The uncontrollable emotions eventually turned into a vicious cycle that became increasingly intense.
…
It was two hours later that Mo Yu completely recovered from his confusion and passion.
He didn't notice it when he held her in his arms, but once he let the little girl go and laid her on the bed, her icy skin and bones revealed shocking marks, as if she had been tortured.
He was very upset about his indulgence just now.
I subconsciously wanted to lick her, but I was worried that I might not be careful enough and make things worse.
Their yin and yang complement each other, and it is no exaggeration to say that their words to each other are the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world.
The more Mo Yu thought about it, the more he felt that this was a match made in heaven.
While secretly rejoicing, he couldn't help but think of the other side of the matter - there was no doubt that he liked the little female cultivator, but did the little female cultivator like him?
Do you like him as a person or his body?
Since ancient times, good and evil cannot coexist.
Even if I like him as Mo Yu, will I like him as the Demon Lord Qi Linchen?
Mo Yu didn't dare to think too deeply.
At least the days now were the warmth and peace he had never dreamed of. If the day of their separation really came, he would take her to the demon world, whether by stealing or robbing.
He cleared his head of the heavy thoughts, fetched a basin of hot spring water in the backyard, rolled up a handkerchief and wiped the little nun's body, then took out a jar of ointment.
Just rubbing the ointment with the tip of his tail made his breathing heavy, and he could hardly bear it and stopped at just a light taste.
In the end, I suppressed my urge.
If he took advantage of the situation now, what difference would he make from Qingxu, that worse than beast?
Mo Yu took a long time to relax, until he became as thick as a thumb. He got into the wooden tub, washed himself clean, and dried himself before quietly climbing onto the bed.
Climbing along the girl's tender and well-proportioned thighs to her lower abdomen, Mo Yu smelled her unique fragrance and suddenly thought of a rather serious question -
He got smaller, as if that were possible.
All buried in the 嗙.
The absurd idea was fleeting.
He couldn't torture her anymore. It was hard enough to practice martial arts every day. He should be a little more sensible. Once her cultivation level was improved, she would naturally not be tired or exhausted.
Mo Yu curled herself up and closed her eyes.
…
Su Ci slept very soundly.
During the previous intense lovemaking, it was Mo Yu who was serving her unilaterally, it was she who was tossed up and down repeatedly, and it was she who burst into tears in the end.
She didn't know that the severely injured demon's energy could be so strong. Even though he hadn't made it to the last step, he could still force her to throw away her weapons and be unable to bear it.
Even in her dreams, there were fluttering scales, as smooth and delicate as cold jade, grinding her nerves everywhere, and irrational tears seeped from the corners of her eyes.
“Don’t… stop…”
There were crystal pearls at the corners of her eyes, and they were still fully formed when they were gently licked by the tip of the scarlet tongue.
The dark jade eyes were like stars sinking in a cold pond, with a gloomy and paranoid mind frozen at the bottom.
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